She of fine wispy hair a silky blonde
Demands from my heart a strong bond
Stunning eyes proudly confront my gaze
Little hint as to what behind them lays
Into their depth I’m too easily drawn
Of all conscious thought I’m shorn
Held out to me her small so dainty hand
The call no request but royal command
Into my arms she enthusiastically jumps
Against my chest my heart now thumps
Not some Hollywood romantic mush
Much more a junkie’s chemical rush
My life changed, a destiny pre-defined
She will never now leave my mind
Adrenalin races whenever she’s due
Bringing special times once so few
Her soft nature so joyous and wild
She’s Aimee my gorgeous grandchild
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